The sun bleeds,
the air is cold,
all the world is silent.
If you’re reading this thank you for taking time it if your day to read my writing. I hope you still return in the future!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
The sun bleeds,
the air is cold,
all the world is silent.
If you’re reading this thank you for taking time it if your day to read my writing. I hope you still return in the future!
-Alina